Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Burgundy and Blood ❯ Ecstacy Revisited ( Chapter 9 )

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Burgundy and Blood: Part IX

Ecstasy Revisited

Lawren swallowed the lump in her throat. She could do nothing but stare into the brilliant golden eyes that bored into her own. Her heart raced with a combination of fear and excitement. She hadn't killed him after all. A part of her was very glad and a part of her was extremely annoyed.

This man had been nothing but trouble, but for some reason she really didn't seem to mind at the moment. He uttered something about unfinished business as he held out his hand. She stared at it briefly as if she could divine the future by the lines on his upturned palm. Somehow she knew that if she reached out for him, her life would never ever be the same and if she didn't, something told her she would live with the regret for the rest of her life.

Legato stood waiting patiently. He watched her eyes as her emotions raced through the platinum depths. It would not take her long to decide. He extended his hand closer to her and smiled evilly as she placed her small hand in his. His body clenched tightly. Her soul was already in his grasp and in a short while, her body would be as well.

He closed his fingers around hers and gently tugged her up to stand before him on top of the landing. Burying his hands in her burgundy tresses, he tilted her head back and devoured her lips in a savage kiss. Below stairs, the few men in the bar howled their encouragement at the display.

Lawren's heart pounded as her blood raced through her veins. The familiar melting feeling returned as Legato devoured her lips with his own. With each stroke of his tongue, she waited for him to inflict the first sharp bite of pain, but he didn't move beyond kissing her. Tired of waiting, she nipped sharply on his lower lip, drawing her first taste of blood.

Legato drew back, rage darkening his face, until he saw the hungry look in her eyes. He smiled slowly and wiped the blood from his lower lip as she licked her own. "You learn quickly… I wonder how long you last once I take complete control of this drama?"

Stepping back from his embrace, she smiled just as cruelly into his eyes. "I am a quick learner. And if you think that you are going to control this entire thing, you are thinking wrong."

Legato was amused by her sudden boldness. He was also delighted. He silently congratulated himself again on making such a wise choice. She was stronger than she looked. If he were careful, she would survive to pleasure him again and again until he tired of her. Turning to the side, he bowed and then held out his arm for her. Lawren showed no hesitation as she grasped his arm and allowed him to lead her silently down the hall to his room.

As they neared the door, Legato stopped to look deep into her platinum eyes. "If you enter this room, I promise that you will play a part in a drama like you have never play before." He paused dramatically before continuing, "But I can not promise that you will live to see another day."

Speaking with a bravado that she neither possessed not felt, Lawren replied, "Who says I won't live to see another day? It might be the other way around." Quickly, before she could talk herself out of this decision, she threw open the door and strode inside.

Legato smiled gently and spoke as he stepped just inside the doorway.

"Fear, while it does not become the majority of people on this wretched planet, has had an interesting effect on you. Perhaps you will not be so quick to rush into something the next time, although I really don't think you will ever find another on this planet like me." He shrugged from his heavy white coat as he closed the door on the outside world and prepared to give Lawren a taste of his version of ecstasy.

"There is no point in delaying the inevitable. Take off your coat and body suit. I would like to see what I have invested so much of my time in." He leaned back in a chair to enjoy her performance. He had learned over the years that the carefully drawn out anticipation of an event could have a favorable effect on the outcome. The anticipation was almost as enjoyable as the actual event.

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"You are an arrogant son of a bitch, you know that? I dislike being told what to do…" she eyed him as he sprawled in the chair. "…Especially by a man. It goes against everything I've lived by for the past 5 or so years." Her silver coat landed on the small table next to his.

She smiled harshly at him. She was not going to let him set the pace of things today. She had her pride after all. It was bad enough that she was about to willingly give herself to some man, something she had vowed not to do. "Stupid little bitch… just like your mother…" her mind chided. "Fucking some man just because you're fascinated with him… you'll wind up being a whore just like her… wind up being pregnant and alone." Her thoughts were enough to make her hesitate. What if she did wind up like her mother?

She glared at Legato as her rage began to burn brightly inside her. What right did he have to push her into this? She was living ok until he had shown up and demanded her to work for that crazy guy. This whole situation was entirely his fault. Her mind howled at her again, "you're the one who lead him on by agreeing to travel with him… you could have just killed him from the start and then you wouldn't be here right now."

Rage burned brighter as she stared at him. It was bad enough she was here and about to willingly surrender to his wants; however, hell would freeze before she gave him the satisfaction of being in control. Her mind reached out to his, "Get up and come here…"

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Legato sat in his chair, looking at her in an amused fashion. He found it exciting to watch her face as her mind warred with her body. She was strong-willed. It would be interesting to see what the outcome of her internal struggle would be. Would she follow through with the decision to come here or would she attempt to bolt. However, in the end, it really wouldn't matter what she decided. He would not allow her to escape him until he had thoroughly enjoyed her this time. He promised himself that he would make the attempt not to kill her immediately. She would probably be diverting for a while to come… at least until he tired of her.

As he listened to her thoughts, Legato was secretly delighted as her consciousness reminded her of all that her mother had been and how she was now on the same path. He smiled as her body tightened with the rage and fear that he loved to feel from his intended victims. She wanted control of the situation, that much was obvious. His body stirred as the heady thought of allowing someone else to set the pace and dictate the course of events for a change.

His legs twitched. He glanced up at Lawren again as he realized his body was slowly moving to obey her summons. "Why not let her assume the lead?" He mused silently. "In the end, nothing else matters except the outcome and I will be the one to close the curtain on this scene." He smiled and allowed himself to stand before her in silent speculation.

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Lawren glanced up into Legato's face. In spite of her generous 6'2" height, she still had to look up to meet his gaze. A slim white hand reached out and ran its way down his chest. "I've never really seen you without that odd coat." With both hands, she traced the outline of the rippling muscles under his tight shirt. "Why do you wear it?"

Smiling down into her eyes, Legato replied smoothly, "Does it really matter why I choose to wear that particular coat? It is merely a part of my costume as I move through this drama we call life." He grasped her by the shoulders and turned her back to him; he wanted to feel the smooth burgundy satin on his chest, to run his fingers through her tresses that flowed to the floor. Kneeling behind her, he jerked off his shirt and reached out with his hands to tug the bands from her hair. Working from the bottom, he patiently worked the tight bands loose until a riot of color flowed through his fingers. Picking up the heavy locks, he smoothed them against his chest and sighed heavily.

She caught his eye in a near-by mirror. "What in the hell are you doing?" This was definitely not what she had expected. She had thought he would be just as sadistic as he had been two days ago. "I am savoring the moment. Something I rarely get a chance to do. I am usually in such a hurry when I take the time to indulge my own selfish desires. The Master understands that I am weak and makes generous allowances for me."

"Look, you want me to be cooperative, to a certain degree mind you, then you have got to leave the Master out of this. I wasn't too particularly impressed with him." Lawren glared at him as her voice dripped with sarcasm at the reflection.

His hands tightened in her hair briefly before he spoke, "Your slightest wish…" he uttered smoothly. His arms twitched as another command flowed through his mind. Surrendering to the urge, his hands crept up to trace the outline of her breasts through the body suit. Gently, his hands swept the length of her torso as his supple fingers slowly tugged the zipper downward to expose her pale flesh inch by inch.

Lawren shivered involuntarily as her skin was exposed to the air. Her consciousness again chided her about being like her mother, but she quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Liquid fire pooled in her center and spread out along her veins. She glanced up in the mirror to find Legato's gaze watching her reactions. He smiled as she caught his gaze. Face flaming, Lawren quickly lowered her eyes.

Legato tugged her suit from her shoulders. He could feel the mixed emotions of fear, anger, and desire radiating from her. His body clenched with his efforts to remain in control. He was almost overcome with the urge to toss her onto the nearby bed and bury himself into her warm body. Tracing the outline of her breasts again with his hands, he lowered his mouth to her throat to nuzzle the soft flesh there. Pushing her suit farther down, he delved his fingers between her legs.

Lawren stifled a gasp as her blood instantly heated in her veins. Fire whipped alive in her feminine core as her body responded to his skilled fingers. She turned her head to the side, seeking his lips, wanting to feel his tongue slide over hers. Lawren thrust her hips back against his pelvis, grinding herself against his body in an effort to find something.

Legato nipped softly at her neck before claiming her lips in a fierce kiss. He stroked and tugged at the burgundy curls between his fingers, delving one finger and then two into her moist slit. He pressed a finger against the barrier that guarded her, relishing the way her body clenched at the invasion. His thumb worried her clit as his fingers stroked the inner walls of her passage.

Lawren moaned against the pressure of Legato's mouth. She twisted slightly as he pressed against her center with his fingers. She wanted something more from him than just the feel of his hands. Legato rubbed her clit harder and she felt a fresh wave of desire sing through her body. She cried out sharply with need and then with pain as he pinched one of her nipples. He smiled against her lips, murmuring against their softness, "Pleasure, obtained after walking through the haze of pain, will be more sweetly savored by its recipient."

"Then you must have not felt much pleasure in the last several years," she hissed back as her teeth clamped down on his tongue. She smiled in pleasure as she felt her teeth pierce the soft flesh and reveled in taste of blood that filled her mouth. Legato drew back sharply as rage darkened his vision. "Pathetic bitch… What makes you think that you have control and will be the one to survive an encounter with me?"

Lawren turned to face him, a mocking smile lingering on her lips, "What makes you think that I won't?" She laughed shortly as Legato's eyes burned into her. "Poor Legato… He lives only to serve a Master that cares nothing for him… but only for the man that he has sent you to kill."

"You know nothing about the Master!" He spoke in a quietly dangerous voice. His grip on his emotions was wavering. "We are unworthy to even be in his presence. It is a privilege to serve a great and powerful being such as he. The Master has created a drama the likes of which mankind will never see again and everyone should be humbled to play a part in it."

Lawren shrugged carelessly, "So you say, but does anyone else in this town or on this God forsaken planet care about the ideals and ambitions of a deranged lunatic? Do you honestly think that if the whole of mankind had any idea of Knives' plans for the wholesale destruction of everyone here that humanity as one body would not move to stop him?" She tossed her hair over one shoulder and glanced back to see Legato's reaction before continuing, "It doesn't matter how many assassins he has in his power, Knives cannot possibly hope to accomplish what he intends."

Legato's eyes burned with a life of their own, his hands clenched and unclenched by his sides, and his teeth clicked together sharply as he gnashed them together. "Be silent, bitch! How dare you address the Master commonly as though you were his equal? I grow tired of listening to your foolish prattle."

She laughed again, "Legato… for all your power, you are so shallow and easy to read for someone like me. Perhaps you would like to forget what it is like to be someone's servant for a while?" She sat on the edge of the bed and swiftly unlaced her boots. Standing again and turning her back to him, she toed off the serviceable leather and quickly stepped out of her suit. Flipping her hair back in front of her body, she faced him again, "Well…?"

For his part, Legato warred within himself to control his actions. A woman had never ever spoken to him in such a disrespectful manner. He crossed the room swiftly, flinging himself on Lawren as she smiled up at him. He pressed her down into the mattress as he buried his hands in her hair and ravished her lips. "Foolish mortal…" he snarled against her mouth, "you are hopelessly oblivious to the true power of the Master and those he commands."

Lawren smiled inwardly as her body heated rapidly with desire. "Maybe I am, but I have accomplished my goal…you have let your guard slip completely and now you are mine…"

Legato heard her thoughts as clearly as though they had been whispered in his ear. His eyes met hers and his body froze as he grasped their meaning. Swiftly he tried to move, but found himself ensnared by her mind. He snapped his frustrations out at her. "Release me immediately or you will find out what it is to face my wrath."

Lawren smiled brilliantly into his outraged face. A cruel light shone in the platinum depths of her eyes. "Now… we see who will play the servant and who will play the master." Through the material of his pants, she could feel his heavy arousal pressed against her thighs. Her eyes bored into his deeply. "Legato, be a dear and show some of that wonderful attention to my nipples. Make sure that you caress them gently with your tongue… I have found that I enjoy that particular activity."

He snarled viciously in response. "I do not do the bidding of a mere woman." He struggled to move. This was not at all the way he had envisioned this day to go. His only thoughts for this day had been to use this girl as cruelly as he had the previous ones. He had promised himself to try to leave her alive, but this was not what he had bargained for. She had carefully re-written this scene and for the moment there was nothing he could do. He could not stop his body as it moved in response to her commands. He felt himself sliding downward until his lips could easily reach the pert mounds and their stiff peaks that seemed to beg for his attention.

Lowering his head at her unspoken command, he drew sharply on a tiny bud. Lawren cried out with pleasure as he suckled each of her nipples in its turn. Another silent command followed and he felt his hands move in response. They edged upward to cup both of her breasts, his fingers worrying her nipples further until each was drawn up sharply into a tight aching bud.

Lawren felt her back arch in response to his attention to his nipples. She wanted more from him, but was careful to not surrender fully to the pleasure. The last time had been disastrous. She had almost killed Legato and he had been in complete control of the situation. He responded quickly to her commands even as his eyes held a look of retribution for this supposed insult. She pushed those thoughts away. Pleasure was washing through her and she was anxious to know more.

His hands delved between her legs at her command, flicking at her center and drawing a heated moan from her lips. His head lowered slowly, tracing a path from her breasts, along her smooth flat stomach, until he came to her heated feminine flesh. His entire body clenched as the wet musky odor reached his senses. He had been so foolish to allow himself to relax completely in her presence. "Legato… I grow impatient. You know what I want. I wonder if the Master has this many problems with you carrying out his instructions?" Lawren's voice and mocking laughter echoed deep inside his head.

Legato seethed inwardly. At the moment, he had no choice but to obey her orders. The slight niggling pressure inside his head reminded him of her ability to kill him. There was a chance that she would loose control. He smiled up at her, golden eyes gleaming with a certain devilment before dipping his head between her thighs and lapping at her moist flesh.

Lawren gasped at the first touch of his tongue on her heated center. "It's going to be difficult to remain in control," she thought briefly as his tongue traced a lazy path over her nether lips, flicking lightly at the most sensitive part of her. She moaned softly. His tongue delved into the entrance of her channel, licking up the wetness there.

Still her body wanted more. She sighed and ground herself against his mouth as he continued his gentle torment. Quicksilver fire ran through her veins as Legato worried the small nub of flesh with his lips. Her back arched off the bed as she struggled to remain in control. "Let go… it will be more pleasurable if I can control the pace…"

She snapped back to awareness to see Legato's eyes boring into hers. "Not completely… I want to live." Legato closed his eyes and suckled gently at her clit. She gasped at the swift fire that accompanied his actions. "Maybe just a little…"

Legato heard her thoughts plainly. The pressure inside his skull eased a small bit. He had control of his arms. It was enough. He pushed her thighs farther apart as his head dipped back to resume tasting her wetness. He carefully inserted two fingers into her channel and began stroking her to a fevered pitch.

Lawren stifled a small cry as his hands and his tongue worked to drive her closer toward the bliss that her body craved. Legato smiled to himself as the first tremors began. Quickly, her reached up and twisted one of her nipples as his teeth clamped down on the inside of her thigh. The familiar melting feeling vanished in an instant as pain overtook her in waves.

"Bastard," she hissed aloud while trying to regain control of his mind.

Legato smiled and climb off the bed. Walking to the window, he looked out at the town below and nodded silently. "I suppose that I am… but that is of no consequence. You will give me pleasure and I will in turn try to see that I do not kill you." He smiled at her as she sat up on the bed, rubbing at the insides of her thigh. He smiled at her as her hand came away with streaks of blood. "Come, I grow impatient as well. I wish for you to give me pleasure with your mouth."

Lawren looked at him in a horrified fashion, "But, I've never done anything like that. I wouldn't know where to start."

He crossed the room again and picked up one of her hands, placing it against his hardness. "Do you feel that? It is the evidence of my need for you. Why hesitate? Kneel before me and take me in your mouth."

Lawren slid slowly off the bed to kneel at his feet. Her eyes were riveted to the sight of his hands as they worked the fastenings of his clothes. She recoiled a moment as his erect member sprang free. He was large. Even though she had never been with a man, something told her he was well endowed. He ran his hand over his length, offering it to her in a silent invitation.

Lawren was suddenly overcome with the urge to take him in her mouth. It seemed so wicked and forbidden. She leaned forward and ran her lips experimentally over the head. He inhaled sharply at the feather light touch. She drew back. "Are you suddenly afraid? Pity… I had thought you'd be different."

She leaned forward determinedly again and boldly took the tip of his shaft between her lips. Legato thrust lightly at her, urging her to take more of him into her mouth. She opened her mouth wider and slid farther down his shaft. Her tongue flicked at the underside of his member as he tangled his hands in her long hair. He gently pulled her farther down until he rested against the back of her throat. Panic rose in her as she gagged slightly. "Relax, breath…" came the silent command.

Lawren forced herself to relax. It wasn't so bad she thought. He pulled her head away slightly and thrust back deep inside her mouth. He kept his hands locked on either side of her head, guiding her movements up and down on his shaft. He groaned above her as his pleasure increased. Lawren felt him grow slightly larger and tasted the first drops of his salty jism as his pleasure increased. He pulled her away after a few minutes and finished removing the rest of is clothes.

Lawren let her eyes trail lazily over his tall frame. He was absolutely the most beautiful man she had ever seen. His body was sculpted with layers of muscle that were sleekly defined and seemed to beg for a caress from her hands. She rose to her feet and walked toward him her hands outstretched.

Legato regarded her with an amused look. "I take it you are pleased with what you see?" he asked her sarcastically. Lawren nodded her head slightly. Heat radiated from her center as her hands moved lazily over his body. She stepped behind him and ran her hands over the tight cheeks of his ass, gripping and caressing the warm flesh. Her lips trailed a line of kisses down his spine as she leaned her body into his.

Legato shuddered beneath her gentle touch. "The scared virgin learns fast it seems." His voice laced with amusement. "But, I do owe you a little something for those terrible remarks you made about the Master." He swiftly grabbed her around the waist and hauled her kicking fighting to the edge of the bed. His mind had a partial hold on her body. Sitting down, he tossed her face down over his lap and proceeded to spank her.

Lawren howled and struggled, but she could not shake his grasp on her body. His hand descended over and over until her flesh went from its normal pale white to a brilliant red. He continued to spank her until her struggles ceased and then he went about soothing away the sting. His hands gently caressed her burning cheeks as he leaned down to ease the pain with the wetness of his tongue.

Her frustrated sounds of pain and anger quickly became soft moans of pleasure as he ran his tongue over her burning skin. His large hands kneaded at her flaming cheeks, while making occasional forays between her thighs to tease a further response from her body. Her back arched from his attentions wanting more. His hand descended once again, drawing a startled yelp from her lips.

Lawren flung herself from his lap to land in a heap on the floor. Eyes blazing, she glared up at him, "What the hell was that for? Can't you just give me what I want and be done with it?" Her voice betrayed her growing frustrations.

Legato smiled at her, "And what would that be? I find that I am suddenly, ah… confused about what it is that you want. Perhaps it would be for the best if you explained it to me."

Lawren leaped to her feet. "That's is… I'm outta here. You can stay here if you want and find someone else to play your games with." Legato watched her in an amused fashion as she stalked around the room. She glanced back over her shoulder at him. Smiling maliciously into his eyes she added, "I know… Perhaps you could play with your Master. I'll bet he would enjoy your little games."

Legato howled violently and flung himself at her. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he shook her roughly. "Stupid bitch… how dare you suggest such sacrilege?" He snarled into her face as he spoke. He released her just as quickly and caught her in a tight mental grip. Rage darkening his face, he stepped closer to her. "As you value your life, do not speak unless I give you permission." He stalked back to the pile of clothes and reached for his thick leather belt.

Lawren suddenly wondered if she had pushed him too far. He frightened her more than he had a few days ago when he had caught her unawares while bathing. His eyes gleamed coldly as they raked her slim frame. She shivered and struggled against his hold frantically. He glided toward her, one hand wrapped firmly around the thick leather. "It's no use… You can't break my hold this time. Remember… do not speak aloud or you will not like the consequences."

"Fuck off…"

Pain exploded as the leather made contact with her bare skin. Legato shook out the leather and drew back again letting the leather slap harder against her already red cheeks. Lawren gasped sharply as fire crept down her legs. She gritted her teeth together in an attempt not to cry out as he rained down lash after lash on her flesh. A sharp metallic smell slowly grew stronger. She realized that he had drawn blood. She could feel the warm wetness trickle down the backs of her legs.

Legato flung the belt away and rubbed his hands over her lacerated ass. He moaned and thrust against her while rubbing the sticky fluid over his chest. He knelt behind her to lap up some the crimson liquid. His tongue once again soothed some of the sting. He moved in front of her and lapped at her swollen clit, wringing soft cries from her lips. She wanted to experience that lovely melting feeling again. Her body reached for it and then recoiled as his teeth bit down sharply on her tender nether lips.

She screamed softly and fought against his hold. Legato stood before he, smears of blood covering his face and body. He smiled at her cruelly, "You will be the best yet… I knew you would not disappoint me in the end." He reached out and rolled her nipples between his fingers. Skillfully playing with the tight peaks for a few moments, he watched the desire in her eyes grow and then laughed mockingly as he twisted the tender flesh. He leaned forward and took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it and then its twin before clamping down on a bud with his teeth.

Lawren had no choice but to stand silently. She knew why no woman had ever been able to survive his deadly attentions. If she had not been able control some of the pain he was causing her to feel then she would have been screaming for mercy. Still, the marks he put on her body would fade and she would have her revenge on him for this. She tried to concentrate on the pleasure he was making her feel. Her body yearned for the same release he had given her a few days ago. It was becoming more difficult for her to keep silent.

Legato pushed her body back to the edge of the bed. He forced her down on the mattress and buried his face between her spread thighs. Lawren gasped sharply as he lapped at her aching bud and inserted two fingers into her tight channel. He stroked the inner walls of her passage with his fingers, creating a rhythm that she was soon following with her hips. He loosened his hold on her slightly. Her hands crept up to fasten themselves in his hair, pulling him tightly against her wetness as she ground herself against his face.

Legato felt the stirrings of her orgasm and suddenly righted himself and buried his shaft to the hilt in her tender flesh. Lawren screamed at the invasion. Pain unlike anything she had ever felt rolled through her body. The pleasure she had been feeling vanished. Unwanted tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Legato twisted her nipples between his fingers and drew back before slamming himself deep within her a second time. He eased back again and glanced down at the blood covering his shaft.

With suprising gentleness, he leaned forward and kissed her lips, "Thank you for the gift… I so rarely get the chance to savor innocents." He drew back again as he kissed her, demanding a response from her.

Lawren shivered as he moved within her. The pain had subsided and she became aware of being filled and stretched as his shaft delved in and out of her wet channel. His hard length throbbed inside her as his movements caused fire to leap to life again in her veins. She bit her lips in an attempt not to cry out as he pushed his shaft in and out of her wet channel faster and faster. To her dismay, her body was soon thrusting against his, instinctively reaching for more.

Legato smoothed his hands down her hips, never breaking his motions, and pulled her legs firmly around his waist. Lawren gasped again sharply as he slid deeper inside her passage. Locking her ankles together, she thrust her pelvis against his, moaning as he pounded her tender entrance. "Please…," she sighed against his lips. "Don't stop, Legato…"

Legato heard her whispered plea. His mind latched on to the fact that he had told her not to speak, but something about her softly uttered request pleased him greatly. He increased his pace, driving his hard length into her tight wet passage harder and faster as he stroked her breasts and kissed her lips.

Lawren ran her hands over Legato's body, wanting to touch every part of him. She moaned against his mouth as he kept driving his shaft into her channel. She felt her body clench as the first wave of spasms began deep in her center. She clutched his shoulders tightly as the waves of pleasure rolled through her.

Their eyes met as Legato slid one hand between them pinched her clit lightly, driving her completely over the edge. Lawren screamed her pleasure as the powerful orgasm ripped through her. Legato grinned as the cool stare faded from her eyes and was replaced by a vacant look of supreme pleasure before her eyes rolled back and closed.

Her passage gripped his shaft tightly as it pulsed with pleasure. Legato was surprised to find himself pumping against her limp body until he had poured himself into her, gasping his own pleasure. It had been a very long time since a woman had made him loose control completely like that he mused before succumbing to the lethargy and letting his eyes drift closed. He pulled her tightly against him and allowed himself a few minutes rest after all; he had so much more in store for her before the day was through.

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Down in the street below, Midvalley heard Lawren's scream of pleasure and threw back his head and laughed. The other men sitting around the tables exchanged knowing looks and the typical ribald comments before turning the conversations to other topics.

Midvalley lifted his glass in mocking salute toward the open window of the room before lifting his beloved Sylvia to his lips and beginning another tune.

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"Legato… Legato! He's here. Vash the stampede is in the streets below. It's time for your final act."

Legato groaned softly and roused himself from his light sleep. "Yes Master… I hear and obey."

Legato left the still figure lying silently on the bed as he dressed. As he turned to go, he walked back to the bed for a moment. He trailed his fingertips over her breasts, smiling as she sighed in her sleep and moved to follow his touch.

It was a pity really he thought briefly. His life was about to end just as he discovered one who could have made his existence more bearable on this wretched planet. His fingers trailed lower to her abdomen and delved briefly between her legs. He smiled as her body thrust against his hand. Something was different about her he realized as his fingers swept over her torso again. His hands paused briefly on her stomach as a frown settled on his brow. This had certainly never happened before.

He shrugged and turned to go. He had lingered long enough. The Master had ordered him to his death and he had to obey the Master's commands.

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To Be Continued…

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